Here’s why: they (Basildon Dermatology) knew what I was coming in for,
potential skin cancer (big word let’s not get too excited this is all
precautionary).
Consultant looks at it says `mmmmm looks benign ... best
make sure, we’ll need a sample’. I’m mentally prepared for a local anaesthetic
I thinks it’s logical and efficient to do it `now’. Then he says without pause
`we’ll have to get you booked in for a biopsy appointment’. I ask why, and can’t
they do it now? And he explains that they need to administer a local
anaesthetic and take a piece off for testing. I already knew that from my visit
to the GP Surgery, and the experience of others. If I was in A&E and needed stitches, or a
bone reset, I’d be given analgesics and a local quicker than you could say
`ouch’.
At what point was that not going to be a potential outcome?
Fair enough, you turn up the guy says `it’s just a freckle and some blocked
pores, scrubb it until it bleeds, you’ll be fine, goodbye ... or `it’s a wart
with a freckle, use some Bazooka you’ll be fine, goodbye’. Job done you leave.
This is where I get cross. The referring letter uses the C word (not the one I’m not
allowed to use on the blog by the way). Why doesn’t that appointment, accommodate
the few minutes it will take to poke a needle in my forehead to numb the area,
scrape some cells, wipe clean and dress? Job done. If scenario
Freckle/wart/blocked pores, you’ll be fine plays out in the first five minutes
in the consulting room then the surgery claims back the biopsy time and moves
to the next patient. If not, time has been allowed to take a sample. After all
if they wanted blood, they would fill in a form and send you off to phlebotomy,
this I know, my mother was Phlebotomist for seventeen years or more.
What happens next is that we explain we are supposed to be
elsewhere, the consultant then spends fifteen minutes shooting off upstairs to
where they make the appointments and take the samples, pushes me into the queue
for next week (Saturday) and then we have to leave. Good man the doctor for
doing this. However I’m still left thinking how can the system be so bloody
inefficient?
I come back to point three. The letter indicates strongly
that there may be a bigger issue than just a funny shaped itchy mole. The
consultant, couldn’t rule out its potential to be more than a `wart with a
freckle, or blocked pores’ (using the consultants high powered magnifying glass
... through which if I’m not mistaken you could reasonably expect to see the
future).
All the facilities are in one building. The consultant went
to the sample taking people to book us in ... he doesn’t even have to do it
himself.
I appreciate the NHS, I really do. However so many times
through their doors I see this kind of ridiculous inefficiency that costs you
and I a fortune. I’ve also been private for a back issue ... done and dusted in
two weeks, Initial consultation, MRI, and X-ray guided Nerve root injection,
with private room, and tea and cake afterwards.
Now we are doing more hanging around an ever colder UK
almost on top of Christmas.
Next week, we are going to head up towards Cambridgeshire then
maybe a further north to Lincoln, and have a nose around. We’ve bought a robust
but very low wattage fan heater to use at nights while on Hook-up (rather than
running our diesel fan to heat the wagon at night). We’ve also been back to the
lockup and retrieved a fluffy micro-fleece blanket ... we are in the land of
proper winter motorhoming, it is an adventure in and of itself, I’d just prefer
to be somewhere, where cold and wet isn’t.
I’d hoped we’d be booking a ferry to Santander for Sunday 1st
December at the latest, at best we can now look at the 8th of
December, or at worst the 15th of December.
On the up side, we did see `Gravity’ with Sandra Bullock and
George Clooney in 3D which is a spectacular watch, and we followed it a few
days later with the `Day of The Doctor’ 3D at the Odeon. We are very much on
the road to fully recovered and if the truth be told I’ve enjoyed our time at
the Harrisons, doing odd jobs where I can. We have both confirmed to each other
that we feel like fish out of water with our freedom ... that will be the best
part of forty years (maybe more) of nine to fiving in one way or another, and
we have both decided we would be rubbish lottery winners.